Lo, Lo, Lo…(L)

I met a guy named Chuck

His middle name was Les

And when it came to having fun

that Chuckles was the best

His Gig was feeding Gulls

A Chor tle birdies crowed

tickling ribs & slapping knees

Chuck scattered funny bones…

He whooped it up with cranes

guffawed with every wren

that Merry Men hee-hawed & then

cackled once again


prompt: chuckles

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